Hushed Willows longing

Acknowledged with a 'hey', Silas canted his head soon after listening on. He was not sure exactly what the hunter wanted him not to do at first, as evidenced by the quizzical look he supplied in return. His.. stance? Silas tried to correct and stepped back in the progress while apologetically attempting to balance his shyness with not wanting to be rude. He rolled back his shoulders to bring his chest forward, straightened his neck up a little (he was too awkward for much more than this right away), and peered on, like is this any better? He hoped, especially when he mentioned Stark had already discussed him. Evidently.

Silas didn't know how to feel about that, exactly, and nodded sheepishly. "I am," he said for perhaps his most formal verbal admission that he intended to grow into a hunter, and hopefully one day a skilled one at that. Life was doing its part here and there to guide his path and develop his interests in it just acutely enough, and already, he recognized the rush of success when he could fell prey. He wanted more of that. Stark had already helped him greatly on his foundations, which he had used to polish up his small game pursuits, and he'd just recently participated in his first pack hunt. Silas was tentatively hopeful.

So when he got his answer, he shifted to a more studious look, and a little less nervous looking in the meantime, as he digested everything that was given to him. The concepts stood true to what he understood. He greatly appreciated the likening to squirrel hunting (which he could be better at but their arboreal habits were tricky) and to know that it was definitely not impossible was proof enough. He couldn't help but glance to the fallen bird again as he chewed his cheek thoughtfully, considering ducks and geese to the furthest extent of his knowledge.. which was not very far.

He broke into a quick nod, eager to glom onto the prospect of learning more if he could. It was a little overwhelming -- but he felt that way often -- mostly because Buchanon was an almost-stranger still. Time would change that, though. "I'd like that.. to learn, try it out.. uh, thanks..!" he said in his best attempt at an even voice, although he was grateful, Maybe he'd like it a lot? He'd need some action under his belt before he could know. "I just don't know a lot about birds, I guess. Nothin' about hunting them.. because I don't know? But I am getting better at chasing small stuff, tracking, stalking.. you know." He nervously swallowed after he detailed that much, since it seemed right to let Buchanon know what he was working with here. If Stark hadn't already, that was.